Loam
(#46912863)
The Beekeeper
Baz
Bumble
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Energy: 48/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.65 m
Wingspan
6.88 m
Weight
817.44 kg
Genetics
Swamp
Starmap
Starmap
Green
Bee
Bee
Spring
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
The Beekeeper
The soft buzz in the air was like a gentle caress; a ghosting sound mixed with the wind and nearby surf. Tiny wings beat together to create a symphony of quiet humming.
It was a music that few cared to listen to, and one even fewer understood.
Loam stretched out a glassy wing to shade the busy hives from the noon day sun. They were industrious creatures, bees, and he never grew tired of them. They, in part, regarded him with a measure of respect, or disinterest, to the same effect.
“I thought I might find you here.”
Loam looked up from the bee he’d been studying, blinking slowly as his eyes readjusted.
“When am I elsewhere, Mari?” He asked, smiling just enough to convey his humor. “Did you need something?”
The Mirror flopped to the ground in front of him and huffed, fiddling with the golden silks at her elbow.
“I finally managed to get Teyloa’s and my lair expanded for a nest but now he’s not sure about having hatchlings again! I mean, I know his last children left without telling him, and I know he’s worried he was a horrible father or something, but this time around is different. For one, I’m not going to ditch him with the nest like his last mate!”
Mari’s tail flicked with her frustration and Loam couldn’t help but track its movements. The dancer was tangled with so many emotions that Loam’s energy sensitive antennae had flattened to his skull and he could feel the beginnings of a headache in his forehead.
“Perhaps it has something to do with his own parentage?” Loam started, lifting one of the bees from his tail tuft. “He doesn’t know who his parents were, or even where he’s from, yes?”
Mari nodded sullenly, her frustration dimming.
“Try speaking with him again, but this time, express why it’s important to you that he be the father. He likely doesn’t see his value in the equation after his past experiences with parenting and his own parents.” He placed the tiny bee on Mari’s snout and snorted as she stiffened, her eyes wary until it finally flew off. “Give him time, Mari. It will be worth it, for you and for your hatchlings.”
She sighed in reluctant acceptance and spread her wings, flattening better into the warm earth. “Fine, I’ll try. Now move your head. You’re blocking my sun.”
Loam’s gentle laugh floated into the afternoon, mixing seamlessly into the ever present buzz and breeze.
Art by MisterArtist!
It was a music that few cared to listen to, and one even fewer understood.
Loam stretched out a glassy wing to shade the busy hives from the noon day sun. They were industrious creatures, bees, and he never grew tired of them. They, in part, regarded him with a measure of respect, or disinterest, to the same effect.
“I thought I might find you here.”
Loam looked up from the bee he’d been studying, blinking slowly as his eyes readjusted.
“When am I elsewhere, Mari?” He asked, smiling just enough to convey his humor. “Did you need something?”
The Mirror flopped to the ground in front of him and huffed, fiddling with the golden silks at her elbow.
“I finally managed to get Teyloa’s and my lair expanded for a nest but now he’s not sure about having hatchlings again! I mean, I know his last children left without telling him, and I know he’s worried he was a horrible father or something, but this time around is different. For one, I’m not going to ditch him with the nest like his last mate!”
Mari’s tail flicked with her frustration and Loam couldn’t help but track its movements. The dancer was tangled with so many emotions that Loam’s energy sensitive antennae had flattened to his skull and he could feel the beginnings of a headache in his forehead.
“Perhaps it has something to do with his own parentage?” Loam started, lifting one of the bees from his tail tuft. “He doesn’t know who his parents were, or even where he’s from, yes?”
Mari nodded sullenly, her frustration dimming.
“Try speaking with him again, but this time, express why it’s important to you that he be the father. He likely doesn’t see his value in the equation after his past experiences with parenting and his own parents.” He placed the tiny bee on Mari’s snout and snorted as she stiffened, her eyes wary until it finally flew off. “Give him time, Mari. It will be worth it, for you and for your hatchlings.”
She sighed in reluctant acceptance and spread her wings, flattening better into the warm earth. “Fine, I’ll try. Now move your head. You’re blocking my sun.”
Loam’s gentle laugh floated into the afternoon, mixing seamlessly into the ever present buzz and breeze.
Art by MisterArtist!
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